Moonlight Poem by Hannah Hoy

It's the pit-a-patter of rain,
Among the whispering of the wind.

The falling of a misty haze,
Through the mountain clouds.

It's curling up in a tent,
Watching nature's shapes, dance by.

It's holding a warm cup of tea,
Sitting by a river bed.

It's a calm winters sea,
With only a light breeze.

It's the brown and green leaves,
Reflecting back at me.

It's a feeling of peace,
In a world gone mad.

It's the feeling of joy,
From understanding yourself.

And just like the spitting campfire,
Creating stores in the sky.

It's the worlds you gaze with wonder,
As we stare up at the night sky.